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star-suh · 5 months

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🎃SCREAM (my name)🎃

choi san x male reader

cw: college au, movie au(?), killer top san, y/n is trapped in a hole in the wall, dub-con, rimjob, degradation, spanking, creampie, breaking the 4th wall(?).

an: i was thinking about a way to porn-ify the scream movie then i remembered that scene from scary movie with the girl in the garage 😭 and i merge it with that stuck in the wall trope and boom this fic was born lmao.

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despite the murders that have recently occurred, the students of the kq university decide to have a party just because why not?.

“how the fuck are they so happy dancing and getting high on a party when there's a literal murderer on the campus?” wondered y/n in a low voice.

“the real question is how the fuck are you complaining about it while literally being in the party drinking a cup of vodka with fruit juice?” seonghwa stated.

“i don't know dude, slasher movie logic i guess?” he spoke while drinking the remaining liquid on his cup, “gonna go for more” he then walks away while seonghwa starts rubbing himself on someone.

“umm excuse me.. uh, isn't there more of this?” y/n signals the bowl that was filled with vodka before. “yes there are more but… it's in the basement. if you want more go down there and take all you want dude” the man pats y/n's shoulder and walks away. “are you fucking kidding me? this is giving scream for fuck's sake i'm gonna die” he screams internally, preparing to go and seek more of that delicious cocktail of vodka with fruits.

with each step down the stairs y/n plans a ton of ways to escape if the murderer happens to be there.. “helloo?. umm is someone down there?” his voice echoes in the dark room and not a single response “where is the light switch” he spoke while he illuminates the place with the flashlight of his cell phone.

finally he found the light switch and turn on the lights, showing that there was no one in there “i should stop being so paranoid”. y/n opens the refrigerator taking out the cans of his favorite liquor, he was entertained reading the flavors of each can that he didn't notice the basement door being closed by someone.

"what do we have here?" a deep and seductive voice echoes in y/n's ears, he turns around quickly, dropping all the cans. there he was, face to face with the masked killer. “i fucking knew it” he whispered grabbing all the cans and throwing them at the killer. “leave me alone you psycho, i haven't done anything bad in my life” y/n begs for his life as he looks for a way out.

he suddenly remembers that this was mingi's house and there was a hole in one of the walls that they used to when they were in high school to sneak into the basement and drink mingi's father's liquor “good times” he murmurs running towards the hole.

“where is it” he shouts scattering the objects around trying to find the hole, “why is he doing nothing” anxious, y/n pushed a large shelf finally found his way to salvation "see you in hell motherfucker" giving the middle finger to the murderer and immediately going through the hole squirming around. everything looked so good until y/n got trapped, only half of his body made it through the hole. “shit this can't be happening. fuck!... please don't harm me please” his prayers being silenced by the loud music of the party above.

he was already preparing to die when he felt a hand groping his ass "what the hell? don't touch me pervert". he began to discard y/n's pants and underwear, "perverted son of a bitch" could be heard on the other side of the wall, y/n started to move his legs trying to kick the murderer but the only thing he received was a hard spank that made his eyes water.

the masked murderer started to rub his big bulge between y/n's ass cheeks, on the other side of the wall the guy was biting his lower lip so the other man can't hear his moans. “i shouldn't have put the cell phone in my pants pocke—hngh” suddenly he felt something wet on his rim making his eyes widen and his face turn red. on the other side the masked man was inserting his wet tongue in and out “what a tasty hole. gonna eat it until it's all gaping and gushy with my saliva”.

y/n's legs were trembling, the pleasure was immense something he haven't feel in months, “so goodd~”...

the ring of muscles was dripping with saliva “i can't get enough of this” says the masked pervert still eating y/n's ass out. on the other side y/n was a blushing, panting mess with hooded eyes and drool coming out of the corners of his mouth “please stop, i can't take it anymore..”

“nuh-uh dude we are halfway done” the man spoke, spanking the ass 10 times, 5 to each ass cheek. he pulls out his cock and starts slapping it in the already wet hole making sinful noises that he loves to hear, watching how much pre-cum y/n's cock is leaking he puts his big cock under y/n's tip and smear it around his own to use it as lube “you tell me to stop but you're body says otherwise.. look how much you're leaking slutty boy” he says that while shaking y/n's hard cock.

he slowly introduced his big dick, that delicious burning sensation of the stretch making y/n moan loudly lowkey enjoying it “so big~”.

“you're clenching so hard boy, do you love my cock that much?.just say you're my plaything and i give you more of this”. “no” cockdrunk y/n managed to say “i'm no one's..”. another hard spank landed on his ass “you're being a bad boy, i think you need to be punished”. the taller grabbed him by the legs locking them in his waist and started to rail the boy into oblivion, the thrusts were so hard producing a notorious recoil on y/n's ass.

“i'm gonna wreck you up, you hear me?. i'm gonna drenched you with my cum and pump you full like the useless cumdump you are”.

“yes, just use me to please your big cock i'm just a hole for you~” his fear completely gone and now being replaced by just horny thoughts of being fucked by that big dick.

wet, gushy sounds echoing throughout the basement while moans were doing the same on the other side of the wall, “look how much you're clenching on me, what a desperate whore”. the masked man feeling that sensation on his stomach started to stroke y/n's cock “let's cum together”, being stimulated by both sides it only made y/n cum quickly muttering a small “sorry” as he caught his breath. “bad boy, i told you to cum together with me” he does a last hard thrust and then pulls out his cock to jerk himself off on top of y/n's ruined hole.

lots of thick gooey sperm coming out of the masked man's tip, creaming y/n's hole “fuck you make me cum so much.. you're a really good milker” he expressed collecting all the cum with the tip of his cock and then inserting it into the dirty hole as deep as he can “would love if we repeat this again soon” the masked man snickers, while on the other side of the wall y/n fell asleep.

the next morning y/n woke up laying on the basement floor, the masked killer pulled him out of the hole without him realizing it, "what the hell happened last night" the boy wondered while touching his head because of the hangover he was feeling. he stood up and walked towards the basement door to get out of there without noticing the wet patch forming on the back of his pants.

#san x male reader #choi san x male reader #choi san x male reader smut #san x male reader smut #ateez x male reader #ateez x male reader smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #ateez smut

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greyskyflowers · 3 months

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Ichigo has horrible nightmares, because I refuse to believe that he doesn't, and insomnia.

Most of the time he just gets up for the rest of the night, goes to train or on runs to try to burn off the anxious energy.

If they're bad enough, or he's at the point where if he doesn't sleep then he going to pass out, he develops a habit of goes finding certain people.

The nightmares leave him a little frazzled, mind messy from lack of sleep and fear. They leave him a little more vulnerable, a little less self conscious of getting comfort because he may shake out of his skin if he doesn't settle down. Sometimes he does things without realizing it, fight or flight kicking in along side unsettled hollow instincts, and he's off to find somewhere he feels safe and can sleep.

In the human world, he'll sneak in to find Kisuke. Right, sneak, like anyone in that building doesn't know he's there.

Sometimes Kisuke's in his labs so Ichigo just sits down outside the door, just enough out of the way to not trip anyone, back to the wall and arms crossed over them to rest his head on.

It soothes the vulnerable feeling, the sharp edge of terror in his chest. He trusts Kisuke to sense a threat and respond to it. He also likes the feeling of his reiatsu, cool like river stones and soothing like summer rain.

If Kisuke is busy or out, then he'll find a spot where he feels close enough to Tessai or Yoruichi to grasp at them for comfort.

They're all great about it.

Yoruichi will come and curl up next to him, her reiatsu brushing against his skin like fur, soft and warm. She purrs until the panic doesn't itch under his skin so badly. He's woken up to blankets pulled over him and sometimes a pillow between him and the wall.

The true problems arise whenever he stays in soul society.

No one says anything but he knows they can all tell when he has a nightmare, his reiatsu reacting to his fear and discomfort. Between the nightmares and the fear of waking everyone up, he's too anxious to sleep.

It's the 4th night with no sleep and he's restless, eyes burning and head reeling. It's familiarity that has him walking mindlessly until he finds Shinji's office. He slips in and ignores the sharp gaze immediately on him. This isn't new, he did this a few times while training with them.

He sits down in the far corner, back to the wall and facing the door. He draws his legs and rests his head on them. He already feels better, sleep creeping up on him fast.

All the visored have a eerie quality to their reiatsu but Ichigo likes it, especially like this. The sun warmed and soft sandy feeling of Shinji's reiatsu covering him is enough for him to sleep.

Shinji might be the only one beside Kisuke that Ichigo breaks his distance rule for. It's easier for everyone if they keep acknowledgement to a minimum when Ichigo seeks them out in the night. They've had years, centuries some of them, to make their peace with what they've seen and done. Ichigo has not. It's a topic they all avoid, pretending that not talking about it makes it go away.

He's a little touch starved, he'll admit it. He doesn't get much contact that isn't fighting, or that isn't meant to hurt or teach.

The clawing urge to be safe eats at him, especially at night. It won't let him rest, keeps him awake with anxious thoughts or wakes him up with fear.

Very, very few things would willing take on Kisuke Urahara or Shinji Hirako, even if the prize was Ichigo.

So getting a little more personal is common with them. He sits a little closer, holds on a little tighter, visits them a little more. The pressure of their reiatsu feels like a weighted blanket.

He also find others he trusts for those nights.

He's goes to Kensei and ignores Shuhei's questioning and semi concerned look.

Kensei complains about having too many people in his office, Mashiro sticks her tongue out at him and Shuhei looks genuinely ruffled at the comment, but he doesn't turn Ichigo away.

He won't, wouldn't.

Kensei's reiatsu reminds him of swaying bamboo leaves and splotches of sunlight through tree branches, Mashiro's is tall grass and wildflowers, and Shuhei's is heavy but comforting.

Ichigo wakes up to Mashiro snoring on one shoulder, the side between him and the door, Shuhei is asleep on the other.

He also goes to Rose, who doesn't seem surprised to see him either.

Kira usually sits in the office too, a familiar restlessness and unease to him that Ichigo recognized in himself. They sit next to each other and it's nice to have the warmth of someone next to him.

He relaxes and can almost hear Rose's reiatsu humming, Kira's a gentle rain storm at his side.

There's a simmering fury that burns hot in the Visored everytime Ichigo comes to them, exhausted and anxious, and joins lieutenants already there for the same reasons.

Aizen left a mark on the younger ones, dark circles under their eyes and nightmares a constant battle.

Ichigo does well with them though. He sits quietly with Kira, sometimes they talk in low voice until they end up slumped against each other. He usually ends up between Mashiro and Shuhei, all of them falling asleep in a mess of limbs. He's unsure with Momo, a lot of people are, but she's growing to like him and it won't be long before they start talking. It doesn't hurt that Tōshirō thinks highly of Ichigo.

Tōshirō just waves him to the corner, in the middle of arguing with Rangiku and eventually kicking her out for the night. He's quiet as he goes back to work and the room is almost chilly, but it feels good against Ichigo's flushed skin. Tōshirō pauses a few times like he wants to say something, the words almost spilling out of his mouth, but he doesn't. He resumes working and Ichigo falls asleep to a snowstorm. Rangiku wakes him up in the morning with a smile and the smell of smoke and embers.

The 11th is... unexpected. It's the worst nightmare he's had in a while and stumbling out in a panic had brought him here. Maybe because nothing was stupid enough to come looking for a fight with Kenpachi and his men. That longing for safe eventually made the decision for him and he sat on the far edges of the division, hidden by the shadows. He knows that anyone awake would know he was there and sure enough, Yumichika comes around the corner and raises an eyebrow at him while Ikkaku looks over his shoulder. Ichigo just curls in a little tighter and watches them, waiting for them to kick him out or laugh. They don't do either. Yumichika just sighs and says something to Ikkaku and they sit down further down the walkway. They don't look at him, looking away or even closing their eyes. The tension slowly leaves, and it's hard to stay awake as he relaxes. The reiatsu that rolls over him smells like iron and he can vaguely tell where Kenpachi is, his reiatsu twisting and cracking like lightning.

He wakes up with just enough time to sneak out, hovering in front of Yumichika and Ikkaku hesitantly, only taking off when Kenpachi start howling about a fight.

They're laughing as he runs off.

Byakuya almost doesn't allow it, but Ichigo must look as bad as he feels because he only gets observed for a minute before he's ignored again. It's the only sign he gets that he won't get kicked out and it makes him hesitant at the door before slinking into the far corner and getting comfortable. He falls asleep to flowers and the cool warmth of spring cautiously grazing his skin. He wakes up to the smell of cold steel and the feel of scale and furs. Renji and Rukia sit beside him, waiting for him to wake up.

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Do I go back and forth between Ichigo being everyone's secret crush or their collectively adopted, traumatized human? Yes, and everything/anything in between.

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nai-nyeartwork · 2 months

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The AU you have where Vox is the vintage one and Alastor the modern one has been living in my head rent free. I can’t stop thinking about Vox being all bouncy and cartoony (definitely like you said, Roger Rabbit) and having very cartoon-esque physics and power base. Or Alastor still being radio but very much modern and staying ahead of the game. If you are willing and have any time to indulge me, I would love love love to hear more about your AU!!!

Hey! I'm happy you like this AU. I wish I had more time to explore or write a proper story for it since I have too many ideas for it. For this AU, Vox can upgrade himself to how he normally appears in the show but he honestly prefers staying like a cartoon demon since he thinks he is more powerful in that form. Like breaking the 4th wall and using cartoon logic to mess up hell's landscape/ other demons. When he does switch TV heads, because his retro TV got busted or needs to try a different attack, his powers will changed based on the type of media or how advanced the technology is. I keep thinking he secretly doesn't want Alastor to see him differently than his normal retro look since Vox knows how the Radio demon feels about technology. Since it sort of like a swap AU, Vox has two thralls, Valentino and Velvette instead of forming an alliance with them. He tricked Val into signing a contract with him when the moth demon was struggling with his porn studio or had problems with the shark mafia. While Velvette tried to confront Alastor and Vox to be the new overlord media but lost against Vox. He kept her around since she seemed useful and would call on her more than Val when it came to promoting his or Alastor's broadcasts. Vox still lets his thralls try to make their own business but constantly demands their assistance for random dangerous schemes. If the Vees oppose or try to avoid Vox, then he will control them like puppets with his inky cable wires. The Vees are up to date with hells society even using advanced technology thanks to Alastor, but because they are under contract their appearance remains the way they arrived to hell? Or like vintage animation style? Like Val’s appearance has 70s archie animation/comic style while Velvet's is more 80s lolita anime (kinda like Perfect Blue). Meanwhile, Alastor still befriends Rosie who also has to catch up with the time. He often promotes her business since Rosie's cannibal town has become more like a meat/food factory. Rosie often repurposes any meat, scales, teeth, and angel feathers/blood to sell at her cannibal markets.

Husker stays as an overlord but owes a favor to the Media Overlords, and often plays host to them whenever they visit his casino. I was gonna make Niffty an overlord too but I haven't decided what type she would be or just be Alastor's assistant.

I kind of want Vox to help the Hazbin Hotel and Charlie (if I don't change her and the other hazbin residents roles too much). He wants to help the hotel because Vox's end game would be controlling them. Alastor only offers to help the hotel when Vox asks him to otherwise he doesn't bother to interact with the other residents or with Charlie since he has a podcast to run.

As for Vox and Alastor's relationship, they can be very professional in front of strangers/public while with associates/friends they get a little affectionate. They are on guard constantly and only trust each other since they are media demons. In private, they are very vulnerable and give each other a lot of aftercare. Or try to have a few mental breaks from upholding an image to the public. Like Vox has a whole-ass aftercare routine when Alastor is stressed and doesn't want to listen to demons due to his radio abilities. He even mutes himself and plays silent films while Alastor hides under a blanket with noise-cancelling headphones on. And when Vox destroys or needs to repair his TV head, Alastor always makes sure to have spare parts and tools on hand to assist him. He is used to repairing Vox and acting like a doctor for him.

They have been together for so long in hell, they lose their shit if the other overlord gets hurt or someone tries to take them away since in their eyes no one else compares.

And that's all I have folks!

#staticradio #radiostatic #staticlovetune #swap au #I might call it retroswing au #I don't know

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youmarin · 11 months

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Timeskip! Kiyōmi.

MINORS DNI, +18.

oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal, creampie.

Word count: 606

A/N: Omi's been in my head. Just pure filth, no plot. This is like the 4th time I post smut in this blog. Oops. I know this blog is mostly sfw and these are odd to find here but I always make sure to mark it as +18. So pls, if you're a minor or don't like reading nsfw stuff, it's your time to stop reading this post.

Sakusa who is so neat about everything but so filthy when it comes to taking you. Sometimes you’ll get so impatient you’ll be entering the apartment leaving the trail of your clothes in the way and wouldn’t make it to the room. He’ll bend you over the kitchen aisle, on the couch, or hoist you up the dinner table. Anywhere. Going to prep you first, teasing your clit, spitting on your cunt before diving in and eating you out. The sounds he lets out while he’s giving you pleasure do nothing but increase your arousal. He pushes his fingers into your heat and after you cum in his fingers, he’ll bring them to his mouth to clean them up. Then, pumping his leaking cock a few times, he pushes it between your folds to cover it with your slick before finally entering you. He’d be moaning at the sensation of finally getting some relief, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. Sensitive yet insatiable, you’re being a good girl like he calls you for slowly taking him all even though sometimes you feel like there’s no way he can fit for how large he is, squeezing him and feeling the stretch . That was until you finally adjusted and he started thrusting into you roughly. He’ll tell you to lower your voice to not disturb the neighbors but he loves seeing you fall apart on his cock. And he knows it’s useless. You’ll always get embarrassed and bite your lip trying to muffle your pretty sounds but soon enough you’ll get loud again without a care in the world, too out of it. He kisses you sloppily as you cum hard around him and then he’s next, asking you to let him cum inside you. It wouldn’t be the first time, but you’d been playing that dangerous game for a while. Yet you love it when he fills you up and you love him so you let him. And that has him kissing you again, breaking away just to moan against your lips seeing his gorgeous face scrunched with lust. He pulls out, seeing your dripping pussy clenching around nothing, before groping your asscheeks and looking at the little plug you’ve been wearing on your tight hole. You squirm in anticipation once he takes it off and gets you ready to take him there too. You didn’t take Sakusa to be into that, neither did you, but once he told you one day and you agreed to try it, there was no coming back. He ends up cumming again in your ass this time.

After asking how you feel and kissing a few times you heard a knock on the door. He didn’t tell you he had friends coming over today. And just to get on your nerves he’ll make you answer it while he cleans up after yourselves and goes to take a shower. Not finding your underwear wherever you’d scattered it, you rush to the front door, fixing your hair and smoothing your skirt down.

You’ll open it to find Atsumu on the other side. You’re standing there with your legs squeezed together feeling some of your and Sakusa’s release starting to run down your thighs, hoping he doesn’t catch up to what had been happening just a moment ago. But there’s no hiding it. And Sakusa enjoys his teammate’s expression once he emerges from the hallway and you excuse yourself out of the living room and hurry to clean yourself up before any of the others shows up, face burning.

P.S.: Now y'all get some holy water. 😆

Until next time,

Youmarin

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#hq!!#itachiyama #haikyuu!! fanfic #sakusa smut #smut

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carlyraejepsans · 10 months

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What's your interpretaion of Chara? I mean the one that we see at the end of the genocide run. Because I've seen some people now say that the one we see at the end of that route might be an entirely different species (as an actual demon) and I kind of want to hear your opinion on that

oh they're just human, but most importantly I'm of the very strong opinion that, fandom aside, you can't fully separate yourself from chara. they're the watsonian quantification of our role and influence within the game. undertale as a metanarrative lives in this precarious balance between worldbuilding that stands on its own, and its nature as a videogame, thus it being created to Be Played By Us. it makes some aspects of its world kinda wobbly. take the LOVE/EXP mechanic, for example. there's not really a reason why LV 20 should be the maximum LV you can reach, after all, there's still plenty more people we haven't killed. that is to say, no reason other than establishing when the genocide run is fully locked in. and the moment you try to apply that mechanic objectively to the rest of its world and its characters, it begins to flake apart. but i think chara is the most effective use of this kind of metanarrative in undertale.

there's this really weird moment at the end of the mother games where the game breaks the 4th wall and calls to the player directly. the games gather OUR name (and i mean our ours, the person playing the game at the moment) in... well, very silly ways. like a friend of one of the main characters calling for help on his school research about player names. it's not so much integrated into the plot, as a way to create a touching moment of connection directly between player and player characters (we pray for the safety of ness and his friends. lucas thanks us and says he's so happy to meet us in the endgame) that is not extended anywhere else in the game.

i didn't have the vocabulary for it before playing these games myself, but now i'm pretty much convinced that the fallen human/"chara" in UNDERTALE was a direct response to those moments in earthbound and mother 3. I don't need to recount those moments in the game where it becomes obvious that the intended way to name the fallen human is giving them your own name or nickname, but even if you don't do that, by the end of the game, you're meant to think of frisk as "chara" and "chara" as "your character". that's where the main plot twist of the story jumps off from.

and well... that IS what they are. "your character". the true character, in fact. so instead of the game breaking the 4th wall and calling to YOU, player, across the screen in a way that is alien and separate from the story, the game calls to YOU, THROUGH chara. through your character. remaining within the confines of its story and characters.

chara isn't us, WE are chara, and chara is the spirit of the first fallen human who died and was reawakened when frisk fell in the underground. when we play the game, we play AS "chara" controlling/guiding frisk through the underground (not gonna get into the chara/frisk dynamic here, that's a WHOLE 'nother can of worms).

however, there is an exception. because you see, although chara is meant to represent our actions ingame, we... aren't chara after all. we are real people playing a videogame. and because undertale is such a heavily meta game, it does, indeed, go there. acknowledging us as a separate entity, outside of this world, and more powerful than anything it has ever seen, and the way the game does that is through the genocide run.

it's not a coincidence that LOVEing up as a mechanic results in you "distancing yourself", as per sans' speech pre-judgement. if chara represents us in-game, then genocide is nothing but us pushing that link connecting us to its breaking point. because chara is who we are in the game, killing people is making THEM stronger (we can't get stronger ourselves, we're not fictional characters), but because EXP and LV make you distance from yourself, we are also making them independent. severing them from us and our will. it's kind of a negative parallel to our journey in pacifist, where chara is established as "not frisk" once and for all and THEY get to go on living their own life. hopefully. sorta.

so... yeah! chara is our true character in undertale and, aside from the genocide run, which tears the two of us apart, we have almost no reason to treat them as separate. and yes, that includes the violent acts. i am a narrachara/non-evil plotting mastermind chara believer through and true, but posing them as some hapless victim in our hands is... I'm sorry I can't take it seriously. it was a necessary overcorrection with the way they used to be treated by fanon back in the day, but it is an overcorrection nonetheless. YES, they might kill people. yes they might do that to their former family/friends, for very much the same reason asriel, as flowey, did. they were not the most adjusted person to begin with, but more importantly than that, the SOUL we see in undertale isn't theirs, it's FRISK'S. flowey says as much. when we defeat his omega form, the 6 SOULs disappear. when asriel died, the monsters started at 0 human SOULs, not 1 (ie: chara). chara is as soulless as asriel was when he was rein-cornaceaeted (lol) as flowey, with their ability to feel love and compassion stunted.

and with the added context of the SAVE powers removing consequences to their actions, and the repetitive nature of the game becoming tiring, well... we know what THAT did to flowey, right?

#nic we NEED to WRITE that FUCKING VIDEO ESSAY #answered asks #undertale #chara #entry log

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Greatest Regret - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It’s been a year since you walked out on Chris, but thanks to awards season you’re about to be reunited

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Award season was never something that bothered Chris, not usually. It was a time when the art form he appreciated the most was recognised. He was able to see friends he hadn’t seen for a while. And most importantly he didn’t have to do too much press. He just had to turn up, quickly walk the red carpet and present an award.

This year though he was dreading it, and he wished he never agreed to present. Because this year you were going to be in attendance, nominated for best original song at the Oscars.

It had been nearly a year since your break up but it still cut deep with Chris. The pain is just as present as the day you called it all off, seemingly out of nowhere. Chris had begged you to stay, to work at it, but once you made your mind up there was no changing it. So you would always be the one that got away.

Chris just hoped he could avoid you because he didn’t trust himself not to look heartbroken whenever he saw you. He wasn’t so lucky though because as soon as he stood on the red carpet, all alone, he looked over and spotted you at the other end.

You looked stunning, in a dress that perfectly matched the suit he wore. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection, you looked like a glistening diamond amongst stones. He could hear your laughter over all the noise from the press and crowds, and it was like music to his ears. You were so happy and excited to be here, and despite how much it hurt, he was happy for you.

Only once had you stepped away and moved out of his line of vision did he look back towards the wall of cameras. He gave them all a small smile, doing his job and nothing more. Once he was done on the red carpet he made his way inside, hoping the rest of the night was easier.

To his luck, his seat wasn’t anywhere near yours. You were sat with the rest of the cast and creators of the film you wrote the song for. And he wouldn’t admit it but he was relieved to see that like him, you didn’t have a date.

It was going alright until the time came for you to perform the song that was nominated. He watched as you sat at a large black grand piano, your dress flowing out onto the floor behind you. The set was relatively simple, just filament light bulbs that faintly glowed in time to the music.

As you started to play the memory of you playing the piano at home with him flashed through his mind. He let out a long sad sigh as he looked down unable to watch you any longer.

He still listened though because despite everything your voice was still his favourite. However, his brows furrowed when he heard a particular lyric. The one about hiding under blankets on the 4th of July, because that was exactly what the two of you did when you were together.

The more Chris listened the more lyrics he heard that he could apply to your relationship. Different memories of the good times you shared before you left. Unable to help himself he looked back up and his eyes met yours as you sang the final lyric.

“Setting you free will forever be my greatest regret” you sang your eyes never leaving his as the final chord rang out through the theatre.

His view of you was obscured as the crowd all stood and applauded. Standing up alongside them Chris could see the misty look in your eyes as you looked out gratefully at the crowd, giving them a small bow of the head before gracefully walking off the stage. But not without a final glance over your shoulder in his direction.

Chris ran his hand down his face as he sat back down, shaking his head slightly to stop his mind from running away from him. The song was for a movie about a woman trying to reconnect with the child she gave up for adoption. You were singing from the perspective of the mother, the memories she wished they shared. You weren’t singing to him. He had to remember that, no matter how much the hopeless romantic inside him told him otherwise.

A short while later he made his way backstage ready to present the next award. He greet Scarlett with a smile and a hug, asking her how was she was and how the kids were doing.

“They’re good, but I mean speaking of kids, Y/N’s song… wow that was amazing brought a tear to my eye” Scarlett remarks shaking her head, her hands over her heart.

“Yeah, she always had that ability with her songs” Chris nods his head in agreement.

“She told me the song was a complete fluke, when they approached her to write a song she already had it in her arsenal, just had to change the perspective slightly but 99% of it remained unchanged” Scarlett explains as she takes the envelope from the assistant.

Chris furrows his brows at this new bit of information, his heart racing in his chest.

“Did she tell you when she wrote it?” He asks clearing his throat.

Scarlett smirks “8 months ago, you should talk to her”

Chris could only nod, pulling at his tie which suddenly felt really, really tight. He took the Oscar from the assistant and waited for the cue to walk out on stage with Scarlett.

He read out what was on the teleprompter, introducing the category and the nominees. But as soon as he got the change his eyes scanned the crowd, stopping when they met yours. A slight involuntary smile broke out on his face when you gave him a small warm one.

He then read out the winner for the award, smiling when he saw it was for the movie you worked with. He watched with a warm smile as you hugged the winner and cheered loudly for them.

Chris was still backstage talking to the winner when the award for the best original song was presented. He hung back in the wings as they read out the nominees and announced your song as the winner.

Chris clapped loudly as you walked on stage and accepted your award. Chris didn’t have the best view of you but he could tell you were emotional and in disbelief as you spoke and thanked everyone for the award.

“I put a lot into this song, probably more than usual so this is an honour that means so so much, so thank you” you finish wiping away a stray tear.

As you walked off stage, Scarlett ran over to you, hugging you tightly as she congratulated you. As you stepped out of the hug your eyes met his, he could see the hint of nervousness but your smile remained warm.

“Congratulations, the song is beautiful no one else deserves that award as much as you,” Chris tells you with a warm smile.

“Thank you Chris, that- that means a lot” you smile nodding your head.

“Can I walk you back to your seat?” Chris offers, trying not to sound too desperate.

You smile warmly up at him “that would be lovely thank you” you say linking your arm with his and letting him lead you away.

The both of you remained silent as you walk through the corridors doors of the theatre. But it wasn’t awkward though, it was comfortable. Chris just hoped he wasn’t about to make it awkward.

“Scarlett told me that you wrote that song before they even approached you,” He says looking down at you.

You nod your head gently “yeah, I didn’t think it would ever see the light of day it was…. too personal, but the movie made it possible” you admit looking up at him.

Chris comes to a stop, turning to face you “do you still mean it? What you said in the song?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you whisper.

A/N: I will not be doing a part 2, so DO NOT ASK FOR ONE OR TELL ME I SHOULD DO ONE! I will not change my mind!

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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Kinktober request: #5 or #22 homelander x reader ❤️❤️

Homelander x f!reader. Notes: 18+ breeding kink + creampie/semi-public sex + clothed sex + daddy/mommy kink. see AO3 link for detailed tags. Sequel. It's been nearly a year since the start of your whirlwind relationship with none other than The Homelander, and about a week since the two of you decided you wanted to start a family. By his logic, if he's going to put a baby in you, he needs to fuck you as often as possible, even if that means in a flimsy trailer on the set of his upcoming film.

“Aaaand cut! Perfect, absolutely perfect, sir,” the director calls out, pleased as punch.

Homelander offers two thumbs up to the crowd of eager extras, who clap excitedly. “You hear that, folks? Perfect. Aaalright, awesome. Take five, you deserve it!” He goes on, pointing to actors and crew alike as he makes his way by. When he spots you waiting by his seat, his expression lights up like the 4th of July. You never get tired of it.

Ready for him, you offer him an uncapped bottle of water. He takes it immediately, knocking back a long swig of it. The bottle is half empty when he hands it back to you. “Hey, babe. Glad you could make it,” he greets loudly, leaning down to press a sweet, perfectly chaste kiss to your lips. “Five fuckin’ takes for some mindless cheering,” he mutters under his breath, for your ears alone. “Fucking amatuers.”

You smile sympathetically, half wincing on his behalf, biting back a laugh. “It was a little painful to watch. You were great, though,” you say just as quietly, twisting the cap back on the bottle.

“Yeah, naturally,” he scoffs, though you can see the praise settle warmly in his expression. He puts his hands on his hips, giving you a once-over. There’s a subtle shift in his expression, particularly around his eyes. “Hey, run some lines with me?” he asks, bringing his voice up loud enough to be overheard. “There’s a few things I wanna try with you. See how they feel.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Of course.”

Homelander leads you to his trailer, opening the door and gesturing you through like a proper gentleman, though some of the effect is lost when he gives you a swift and playful slap on the ass as you walk past him. “ Homelander,” you scold through a laugh. Before you can even set down the water bottle you’re carrying, Homelander catches you by the wrist and spins you right around, pulling you in for a hungry kiss, the persona he wore for the crew dissipating immediately.

You drop the water bottle to the ground without a thought, wrapping your arms around his neck. His gloved hands descend on you, cupping your ass to pull you tight against him. His lips part readily for your tongue, moving against yours eagerly. You can already feel the tension of the day beginning to unwind from his muscles, which never fail to relax beneath your touch. Every time you come back to one another, whether it’s been hours or days, he kisses you like it’s been months, and holds you like he’ll never let you go.

“Get my belt,” he murmurs, squeezing your ass. You oblige right away, reaching into the narrow bit of space between your bodies to unclasp the buckle. You get the zipper down, but that’s as far as you get before he’s cupping his hands under your ass and hoisting you up against him. It startles a giggle out of you, breaking the kiss. He sets you down on the counter built into the wall of the trailer, pressing in close between your legs.

The extra height gives him the perfect vantage to kiss his way down your throat. When he reaches the first button of your shirt, he brings his hands up and simply yanks the whole thing open, sending the pearlized little white buttons flying every which way, startling a gasp from you. “You have to stop doing that, I’m running out of shirts,” you tell him, laughing breathlessly.

Homelander’s grinning. “I’ll stop when it stops turning you on,” he counters, pushing his gloved hands into your shirt, settling on your bare waist. He leans in to nuzzle at your chest, kissing at your cleavage. He starts to move his hands to your bra, but you stop him with two hands on his wrists, pushing his right back down to your waist.

“Don’t you dare,” you tell him, reaching up to unclasp the front closure of your bra. “I like this bra.”

“I like it better on the floor,” he purrs, looking down to admire your chest, licking his lips. His eyes glaze over a little, struck by the assortment of marks that decorate your body. Despite the feverish way he behaves, as if it’s been ages since he felt you, he fucked you thoroughly this morning, and the proof of it has blossomed beautifully on your skin.

“Fuck,” he breathes, leaning in to mouth at one of the bruises just above your breast. It’s tender, but the gentle way he tends to it makes you shiver pleasantly. He kisses a trail lower until his lips close over your nipple, sucking with a pleased sigh. He’s always loved your tits, whether he has his mouth on them or his cock between them. He can’t ever help but play with them, and after this morning, they’re still a little sore.

“Mm, gentle, sweetheart. Still tender,” you remind him, threading your fingers through his hair. The pressure of his lips lessens instantly, turning into more kissing and laving than sucking, the heat of his mouth erupting goosebumps across your skin. Lovingly, you drag your nails along his scalp, sighing softly yourself. “Nothing there for you yet,” you say, amused, watching as he switches from one breast to the other.

“Emphasis on yet,” he says, straightening up to kiss you again. He pulls you up off of the counter, and moves you instead to the bed tucked in at the far wall of his trailer. He sets you down gently on the mattress. For all that he loves marking you up with his mouth, he never fails to handle you like you’re made of glass. Not only because you’re fragile in the face of his strength, but because you are precious. “Roll over,” he tells you, standing straight. “Show me.”

Your stomach flips with excitement. Rolling over onto your belly, you sit up on your knees, and reach under your skirt to pull down your underwear, leaving it around your thighs. Looking over your shoulder at him, you make a show of lowering yourself first onto your hands and knees, and then further down until you fold your arms on the bed, and rest your head atop them, leaving your ass raised.

Homelander’s gloved hands slide up the backs of your bare thighs, slowly pushing your skirt up over your hips. “Christ,” he hisses like he’s been gut punched. He brushes a single finger down the line of your ass until he reaches your pussy, where the end of a pretty pink toy sits flush. “You kept this in all morning?”

You smile, giving your hips a little wiggle. “Yeah. Didn’t wanna waste a drop.” He groans, but instead of responding, you feel him brace both hands on your ass, and the next thing you know he’s dragging his tongue in circles along the rim of the toy, wringing a gasp from you.

His tongue flattens against your clit and you rock your hips without a thought, moaning at the hot, wet press of it. He gives your ass a sharp little slap, the sound muffled by the leather of his gloves, but the feel of it is no less delicious. You know he’s encouraging you, so you push back harder against him, making proper use of his tongue while he keeps you spread wide, the toy grinding a little deeper into you with every push against his mouth.

You moan loud, which earns a low chuckle from Homelander, the rumble of it against your clit driving you wild. “Any louder, you’re gonna end up in the movie,” he says, reminding you that there is in fact a live film crew right outside the flimsy tin-can walls of this temporary trailer. A rush of embarrassment flushes your cheeks, but you barely have time to process it before Homelander is at it again, holding your ass tight while he laps and sucks at your clit. You quickly cover your mouth, muffling another low moan. Homelander is a menace with his tongue, curling the tip of it firm against you, flicking faster and more consistently than any normal man or toy could hope to.

One final slap to your ass tips you over the edge. The shock of sensation combined with the swirl of his tongue hurls you into an orgasm that ripples through your entire body, leaving your cunt clenching desperately around the toy buried inside you.

You jerk slightly as Homelander continues to lazily lap at you, slurping loudly and purposefully enough that you know he’s preening.

“John,” you moan softly, flinching away from his persistent mouth. He strokes up the backs of your thighs, petting you as he relents, drawing away. You adjust yourself on your knees, spreading your legs wider. Your shirt and bra hang open while your skirt is hiked up over your hips, panties down to your knees, leaving you somehow both dressed and yet wholly exposed. “John, get this thing out of me. Fuck me. I want to feel you.”

You hear Homelander stand, and then place one hand on your hip, while the other grips the end of the pink plug. You feel the leather tips of his glove brush your pussy as he twists it slowly, drawing it out just a touch before he pushes it back inside. “You are going to have to ask me nicer than that, sweetheart,” he purrs, thrusting it lightly in and out. You whine, twisting your hand in the bedding. “I didn’t even hear a ‘please’ in there.”

“Please, John,” you correct, lips curling into a mischievous smile. You sway your hips side to side before pushing back against him, chasing the deep press of the toy, only for Homelander to follow your movement, keeping it infuriatingly still inside you. “Please, fuck me.”

“Nooot quite,” he says, and though you can tell he’s trying to sound unaffected, there’s a roughness to his voice. He’s as impatient as you are. You can feel it in the way his hand flexes on your hip, restraint buzzing in him like an electrical thrum. He twists the toy again. “Ask real nice.”

“Please, daddy,” you moan, arching your back even deeper. “I need you to fuck me.” Homelander’s hand tightens on your hip, his grip just shy of painful, just how you like it. You hope he leaves a bruise there, too. You hope he fucks you so good you can’t sit without remembering it.

Finally, blessedly, Homelander pulls the toy out. You hear his breath hitch as the mess he made of you this morning drips out alongside it. He catches it with his gloved fingers and pushes it right back in, pumping them easily into your slick cunt. “Fffffuck,” he says though his teeth, withdrawing his fingers. You feel the wetness of it drip down the insides of your thighs, and spread your legs back wide.

“Daddy’s got you,” he says, an answer to the sweet way you whimper for him. You feel the thick head of his cock press against you, followed almost immediately by the familiar aching stretch of it spreading you open. “That’s it. Fuck, fit so good on daddy’s cock.” Homelander holds you steady, rocking in and out, moving deeper with each thrust. You’re still so fucking soaked from this morning, from his tongue working you up, that it’s an easy glide all the way inside.

Forgetting yourself, you give a loud, keening moan when he bottoms out. It’s too much not to, the sheer heat and weight of his cock taking you apart. You’re still slightly tender at your core, and the press of him at that tenderness feels so fucking good, you think you’re going to lose your mind.

“Ssshhh,” Homelander coos, though it sounds tight, hushed through a clenched jaw. “You need some help keepin’ quiet, sweetheart?”

Feverishly, you nod. You try to grind back against him, but all it takes is one hand braced on your ass to keep you perfectly in place. Homelander leans over you, and with his free hand, takes hold of your face, his palm planted firmly over your mouth, thumb and fingers digging into either side of your face.

“Don’t you worry,” he says. You think you can hear him biting his tongue, maintaining his composure by a thin thread. “Daddy’s gonna put a baby in you.”

Homelander snaps his hips against yours, and the cry you give is thoroughly muffled behind his gloved hand. The pace he adopts is immediately relentless, skin striking skin like a match, igniting a roaring fire inside you. You give a weak moan into his palm, eyes rolling back into your skull. There’s nowhere in the world you feel better than in his hands, pressed snug against him, at the mercy of his strength. Homelander could easily snap you in half with an ounce of this power, but instead he pours himself into using it to give you everything you want.

The first time he left you bruised, he looked twice as wounded by it. When you begged him to do it again, he learned just how deeply you loved it, how much you needed it. The two of you have relished in it ever since; seeing your ownership of each other marked across your body. You own his strength, and he owns your fragility.

You’re sucking in breaths as deep as you can from your nose alone, losing yourself in the sound of him fucking you. You can feel your eyes misting not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelm of pleasure, of your emotions soaring alongside it to an all time high. Homelander has learned so perfectly how to fuck you, but more importantly than that, he has learned how to love you.

Homelander’s as rough off as you are. You can hear him panting, his thrusts losing their consistency, growing faster. You’re both hurdling rapidly towards the peak of your release, which makes it all the worse when he abruptly pulls out of you.

You cry out your spike of frustration against his palm, confused. His hand leaves your mouth and grabs at your hips instead, flipping you over so swiftly that you have to catch your breath. “Wha—“ you don’t get to finish, or really even formulate a thought before Homelander is descending back down upon you, kissing you with such a fervency that it takes your breath away all over again.

“Want to see you,” he murmurs against your lips, lining himself back up. You moan into the kiss as he pushes right back inside you, quickly picking up that same pace. “Want to see you come. See you take my load. See you become a mother,” he says, voice rough, practically a growl. His hand settles right back over your mouth, holding you firmly in place as he keeps your eyes on his. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you. Fuck, be my sweet mommy, won’t you? Tits fat, carrying the child of a god,” he says, the last word falling from his lips like a moan.

Your own moans crescendo into near sobs, the pressure inside you building back up so rapidly that you can barely process what he’s saying, let alone any words of your own, even if you could speak. He’s fucking you absolutely stupid, knocking every thought out of your brain and leaving only the feel, smell and taste of him.

Homelander hikes your legs up so high you’re bent nearly in half, each thrust rocking the bed, as well as the whole fucking trailer. Even without your cries, there’s no way the entire set hasn’t noticed the shake of it. They know he’s fucking you, there’s no doubt of that, but do they know he’s making you the mother of his child, marking you so thoroughly inside and out that there could be no doubt in the world that you’re his, and he’s yours?

Your body locks up and you scream into Homelander’s hand, stars erupting behind your eyes, the explosion of pleasure brighter and louder in your ears than any 4th of July could hope to be. It’s joined immediately by the white hot heat of his own release, flooding you with pump after pump of his come. Homelander doesn’t stop, he fucks it into you as deep as he can, riding the waves of your shared orgasm until he can’t stand it anymore, going still above you with a quivered noise.

Homelander’s hand lifts carefully from your face, falling to the bed next to your head. When you open your eyes, they’re bleary with tears. When you meet his gaze, you see that his are just as wet as yours. He whispers your name, and kisses you with a tenderness that is far more likely to shatter you than any blow.

Feeling weak and brainless, you barely manage to lift your arms enough to cup either side of his face, holding him against you with all the strength you can muster.

“I love you,” he says, voice wrecked with lovesickness. It devastates you, sets loose the tears that had been welling in your eyes. You kiss him back, pouring the love swelling painfully in your chest into every moment of it, stroking his face with your fingers, even as they tingle, borderline numb from the vice grip you held the sheets in.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, voice cracking. Your body feels like it’s buzzing all over, lit bright with electrical currents.

The two of you stay like that for a long while, gradually regaining rational thought. You can hear the din of conversation in the distance, the film crew and other set members going about their business. That mortification is something you will have to address another time, as at the moment, you’re far too blissed out to care.

Homelander is the first to move, carefully lifting himself up off of you. He doesn’t go far, however, just enough to move you gently onto your side. Moving in close behind you, your breath catches as he gently slips his cock right back inside you, stopping the spill. Nuzzling at the back of your neck, he settles, wrapping both of his arms around you. Relaxing against him comes as easily as breathing, the edges of your bodies slotting together like jigsaw pieces. You tap his hand lightly, and automatically, he lifts it so that you can slide off his glove, allowing you to interlace your fingers properly with his.

It’s a few minutes more after that before you can even begin to formulate a sentence. “That was…” You realize you don’t even have a word for what that was. Somehow, the passion he is capable of inspiring still leaves you speechless.

“You’re everything I never thought I could have,” he says, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear before he kisses it. You squeeze his hand tightly, looking over your shoulder at him. He’s smiling lazily, eyes cast low. You stretch to kiss him, and he meets you halfway. “Everything I ever wanted.”

“You have me,” you assure him, stroking his hand. “Now. Tomorrow. Forever.”

“Forever,” he echoes, the word sounding like a promise on his lips. You settle back down on the pillow, and he sinks back down against you.

It doesn’t take you long to doze. Within ten minutes, you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. Maybe fifteen minutes after that, you hear the most tentative knock the world has ever known.

“Uh-uhm, Homelander, sir? Y-you’re n-needed on set,” comes a voice as mousy as the knock had been, some poor intern who sounded like he thought he was about to lose his job and his life in one fell swoop.

“Tell them they can fuckin’ wait an hour,” Homelander practically snarls, a sharp contrast to the sweetness he always speaks to you with. “I’m on lunch.”

“Y-yes sir!” Comes the response, followed by hurried steps dashing far, far away from the trailer.

With an amused little grunt, Homelander snuggles back in against you.

“You terrorize them,” you accuse, the tired smile audible in your voice.

Homelander chuckles. “S’good for them. Builds character.”

“Oh, so that’s the type of father you’ll be?” You ask, stroking the back of his hand.

He shifts his hand down, cupping it over your belly, rubbing it affectionately. He always does when the subject arises, as if imagining the child is there, listening to him. “I’m gonna be a great dad,” he says quietly. Though it sounds like a statement, you can hear the question in his voice.

“I know you are,” you assure him, squeezing his hand against your stomach. “We’re going to learn together.

In the end, the crew decides to rework the schedule, moving Homelander’s scene to the next day. After all, he never did run those lines.

#surprise i combined the two #icb i got this done in one day haha im normally so slow #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #homelander x you #homelander #my writing #sorry it's late!!!#kinktober #I wrote this in fugue state and take no responsibility #ask and you shall receive #smut

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askbloatedbellyblog · 9 months

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could you tell us more about why you ranked sampo so high? he never struck me as the type, but i'm also not in super deep into hsr yet so maybe i have yet to see and understand why

Because he's Sampo Koski. *End Post*

But in all seriousness, because for Sampo everything is a performance. Despite everything he says, he does everything for fun. And I’m fairly certain there’s more to Sampo than there appears. I have my own personal theories on this, though I’m fairly sure with him breaking the 4th wall, he’s relate to AHA if not more.

He’s a schemer, trickster, and a showman. He’s going to do everything he can to have fun. Money along the way is just a side benefit. Assume with Sampo, everything is an act or for a goal. He’ll lie and cheat and steal and despite saying how loyal he is, from his ultimate (both versions since the speed changes what he says), he’s willing to betray the customer if the price is right. On top of that, in his fourth wall breaking speech, he’s talking about visiting the tavern with everyone else and about his performance (don’t break his heart). And I also don’t think it’s very likely he’s truly from Jarilo-VI.

How does all of this play into Sampo burps? It’s all about performance and having fun. This goes along with his eating too, but for his burps that means he’s going to perform both for himself and others and try to be the center of attention. If he notices you enjoy burps (and he definitely will), he will use that to his advantage at every opportunity he can. I also think because of his time in the “tavern” he loves to drink a lot.

So because of all of that, Sampo would have huge control over his burps. I think mostly he would go for big, deep, bassy, wet belches for the ultimate effect whenever possible. And he would try to be obnoxious often to throw people off guard with his burps. It’s a good way to disarm people or give a distraction. That doesn’t mean he can’t do softer ones or other types or he doesn’t burp because of eating too much. He definitely does. But he ALSO is one to be able to burp on command and burp the alphabet or words or probably do different notes with belches when he wants.

He’ll feign ignorance or that he’s innocent or that he didn’t mean to be so loud and forgive his rudeness but it’s just him being as much of a trickster as ever. If he finds out you hate burps, he’ll do it just as much just to get a rise out of someone too. It’s hard to say specifically what kind of foods he’d be burpy on on Jarilo IV but I don’t think it matters.

One more thought, is that because he’s always having to move quickly or have to run and get the slip from others (like the Silvermane Guards), I think he’s learned to eat really fast and just cram it down (even swallowing some food whole when he needs to) and that makes him really gassy, though he tries to keep it in until he’s finally safe, though that probably just makes his build up and then release of burps even more intense.

Just expect Sampo to have the most theatrical burps you can imagine.

#burp canon #burp kink #honaki star rail #Sampo #sampo koski #HSR #He thinks burps are fun #as is eating out of his pants #especially when people stair at him #He's a public eater and burper #a showman always

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I swear, they approached Disney's 100th anniversary film all wrong.

The best part about "Wish" were the easter eggs, and even those were hit-or-miss. The plot didn't scream fairy tale or Disney--and neither did the music; if I never knew this film was a Disney film, I'd say it was a company's first attempt at an animated film. As a first attempt, it's not bad, but as Disney's 62nd film and an ode to 100 years of business....I was heavily disappointed.

I've made posts about how this could've been another epic Disney film, but for this post, I wanna try another angle, with two different ways Disney could've approached this celebratory film.

Option 1: A parody. Looking at "Enchanted", AKA one of Disney's best live-action films, the movie makes fun of classic Disney tropes as well as paying homage to renaissance-era films, which at the time this movie came out, was Walt Disney Animation Studio's biggest successful period. A film about a naive animated soon-to-be princess who is banished to the real world discovers what she wants out of life, all while charming those around her. I'm not saying "Wish" needed to include the real world aspect, but having a parody about a princess (or prince) who comes off very early-Disney while still feeling modern and giving us Disney-esque tropes and a fun story would've been a great vibe. Imagine if Asha is naive and easily taken advantage of by King Magnifico, who teaches her magic and manipulates her into harming others, seeing her youth as a weakness ("Well, you're young. You don't know anything, really."). Imagine the story actually having her BE a fairy godmother, albeit in training, and she has to learn the price and limitations of wishes (very "Cinderella"-esque) and learning when to help and when not to help others. It'd be mature and magical at the same time! Plus I imagine Magnifico being a cross between Narissa and Gaston. Amaya would probably be non-existant or an admirer Magnifico uses.

Option 2: A cutting, modern take on a classic. While I'd rather have "Kingdom of the Sun," "The Emperor's New Groove" is a funny and irreverent story about a selfish Inca Emperor who's turned into a llama by his power-hungry advisor and must return to the palace while learning to care about others along the way. Kuzco, in contrast to most Disney protagonists (or most protagonists in kids/family films in general) starts off petty, untrustworthy, and self-centered, but these qualities also give way to cleverness and humor, something that most Disney heroes lack due to either their innocence, kindess, or seriousness. Kuzco continually comments on things around him with quips and remarks that go unnoticed by the general populace (thanks to breaking the 4th wall), and it got me thinking, what if Asha was like this--or better yet, Magnifico? What if Magnifico wasn't a villain per se, but a selfish and mean king who continually had pessimistic comments to make about this fantasy-esque kingdom he created and his airheaded inhabitants. Their growing dependence on him--as well as their happy-go-lucky attitudes make him constantly patronize and devalue them, and his attitude accidentally causes destruction for the kingdom. When Asha challenges his perspective and goes on an adventure to bring back his love for others (trauma does run deep for him), he learns that everyone has a wish worth granting, and that he shouldn't be so quick to look down on others because they still have the joy and innocence he lost. Plus the people of Rosas learn not to take advantage of others and appreciate the things they have. Magnifico being like a cross between Yzma and Kuzco would be a sight to behold, while Asha takes on more of a wise Pocahontas-type role.

I can't be the only one who thinks this was a better approach to "Wish" if they didn't want to do a typical epic film.

#disney #disney animation #the emperor's new groove #wish #enchanted #giselle #kuzco #disney princess

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The more Deadpool comics i read, the less i feel like Ryan Reynolds fits him and that makes me feel....odd, like kinda left out from all the love this casting is getting. He was really good as Wade Wilson in X-men Origins, his Weapon 11 is terrible and an insult to the character of Deadpool tho.

But when he got his own movie he was just Ryan Reynolds, and i know, i know "ofc he is, he's played by Ryan" sure but....that just feels off for me, and i wanted to know why, and i think i got it.

Firstly it's the way he talks, Ryan has this tone of voice that doesn't fit the way Wade usualy talks in the comics, his kinda high smooth sarcastic tone feels off to me. Partly because Wade doesn't sound like that at all, Wade has a very rough voice, sounding like Demi Moore, his voice sounds like wet gravel, according to Cable and Blind Al. Ellie, his daughter, said his voice sounds weird, whitch Wade said it's because of the scar tissue.

Also the way he talks, his jokes and the tone of his voice doesn't fit the DP energy. Fabian Nicieza, Deadpools co-creator and writer of most of his 90s appereances before Kelly wrote the first run, said he imaged Wade to sound like Denis Leary, whitch for the ones not aware, is a very unhinged and agressive sounding man, and it fits perfectly the way he talks.

Also Fox!Wade's humor isn't really the same as comics!Wade, movie Wade uses references, complicated swears and names with alot of sarcasm. Comics Wade meanwhile?

Not so much, he also doesn't even break the 4th wall as often usualy, some of those aren't even too obvious 4th wall breaks.

One thing i feel like the movies got right is Wades softness, he's a very emotional man, especialy when it comes to relationships and other people.

One thing the moves didn't quite get right is Wade and his violence problems, in his first comics he was fighting with his violence, his past, he was trying to be better after years of being a villian, and that change is often brought by his nee crush or love interest or idol, because he wants to be better for them, even if he usualy doesn't feel worthy of their love, yet he tries and tries.

There was a deleted scene in one of the movies where he and Vanessa were in Mexico and Wade lost it and killed the scamming doctor and it perfectly showed Wades issues.

His relationships were also all made simpler, Weasel is his fuctional friend, Ness is his girlfriend, Al is his funny roommate and friend. Back then Wade and his relationships weren't simple, he was like Moon Knight, he experimented, he wasn't very known, he was allowed to be odd and weird and out there. And i blame the game tbh, because now the movie was heavily influenced by what the internet thinks Deadpool is and the character is suffering for it now. Maybe i am just a jaded edgy 18yo but that's how i feel.

Now you're propably thinking what would my solution be, well i got a solution in mind, but you most likely won't wanna hear it...but i will still tell you in the next post.

#marvel #marvel comics #deadpool #wade wilson #marvel movies #fox x-men #fox deadpool #ryan reynolds #ryan reynolds deadpool #movie Deadpool #unpopular opinion #conflicted feelings

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noyzinerd · 2 years

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Sterek Fic Recs

Here are links to my Top 10 favorite Sterek fics/series with my personal ringing endorsements for each. Not all of them are slow-burns, but most are, and all take place in canon.

1. By Any Other Name by entanglednow

33,090 words/Explicit

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

This is my number 1, absolute favorite Sterek fic. It currently has over 21,000 kudos and for good reason. Stiles and Derek lose their memories and have to figure out who they are, who did this to them, and how to get their memories back. The fic does a beautiful job utilizing Stiles' detective skills to retrace their steps and shows how well these two work as a team with just their personalities and no prior history. Plus, who doesn't enjoy a Supernatural-style, monter-hunting roadtrip? Just absolutely gorgeous, made me tear up at the end, very well written, love of my life.

2. Stepping Off The Razor's Edge by MissAnnthropic

25,301 words/Explicit

After the events of season 3b, the group in Beacon Hills graduate high school and move on with their lives… everyone except Stiles and Derek. Beset by their demons, they decide they need to get away for a while to clear their heads. Cue the road trip. (companion piece to “Occam’s Razor” but can be read alone)

This is actually Part 2 of a series, but can be read alone (which I highly recommend you do!!!). It honestly hits much harder when not tied to Part 1 (and in my opinion actually has very little to do with Part 1), the tones are completely different, and the ending of Part 1 left a sour taste in my mouth. Just trust me on this one. Read this without Part 1. If you're still curious, go back and read it AFTER. THIS fic, however, is one of the subtlest, slowest burns I've ever read. It's very gradual but not in a frustrating way, since it's giving Stiles enough time to heal. Stiles, one day, just goes, "I can't anymore" and drops everything, including school, to essentially run away from his problems. Instead of trying to stop him, Derek, without any questions, opens the passenger door and goes "Where to?". A long, epic roadtrip ensues where they ignore the rest of the world and go from allies to the only ones that truly understand each other. It is absolutely beautiful.

3. Amor Fati by alocalband

42,812 words/Explicit

When Stiles gets thrown into the bank vault about twenty minutes after him, Derek isn’t even surprised. As it turns out, neither is Stiles.

This is probably the most well-written, in-character Derek I've come across. Prickly, snappy, but still cares for the well-being of others even if he doesn't show it. This fic is also meta at times in a funny way, with Stiles constantly calling out why the universe keeps shoving them together and why their lives keep playing out cliche' tropes. It doesn't get 4th-wall-break-ey, though, and it's mostly serious and hits you pretty hard in the beginning. It's not as overindulgent as you might think as you learn that all the times they're shoved together aren't just coincidence.

4. The Weight of Living by thecomedownchampion

7,083 words/Explicit

Healing was a slow process. It was like driving up a mountain in the winter without snow tires; you’d make a little progress, slip back a little, keep moving forward, get stuck in a snow drift and have to dig yourself out.

More Nogitsune trauma and Stiles trying to live with himself in the aftermath. No one but Derek truly understands what it's like to experience that much guilt and grief. Derek tries to show that Stiles is thoughtful and caring and nothing like the Nogitsune. There's a scene of Stiles remembering Derek's birthday that absolutely tore me up.

5. You Saw Me Standing Alone by orphan_account

43,947 words/Explicit

A pack of alpha werewolves is burning a war path through Beacon Hills; Stiles shouldn’t have the luxury of trying to get laid.

I honestly don't think I could describe this in a way to do this story justice. Just know that there's a reason that it's one of my top 5. The whole fic revolves around the Alpha pack wreaking havoc and leaving warnings all around town, mostly setting fires. Stiles and Derek steadily come together in a physical way but spend most of the time not quite knowing what their exact relationship is to one another. Stiles and Derek reminisce about loved ones, trading stories of fond memories. A story of navigating a relationship with neither one having any clue what they're doing or what they want, all while under a constant looming threat. There's also a bit in the beginning about Stiles taking some sort of healing potion that causes hallucinations, but so much other important stuff happens that you kinda forget about that part.

6. For You There's No Warning by Zee (orphan_account)

36,590 words/Explicit

Derek doesn’t know how Stiles always does this every time they have to work together: he gets Derek caught up in these ridiculous, circular conversations and Derek finds himself arguing over inconsequential things that he doesn’t actually feel that strongly about. It’s like Stiles has an innate ability to bring Derek down to his level of immaturity.

This is the best kind of dynamic. Their constant arguing and UST reaches a boiling point. You don't usually see this kind of fic from Derek's point of view, especially a Derek who, despite making the first move, is unsure and insecure and is just so terrified of taking advantage of Stiles, like Kate did to him (and the fear of becoming Kate is so crippling). It's also refreshing to see a headstrong Stiles that's confident and doesn't let Derek second-guess himself or run away when things get scary, who isn't afraid to say "Oh no you don't, buddy. We're going to sit here and talk this out." They're both awkward dorks that have a hard time communicating properly (it can get a little frustrating at times), but you can tell they're trying so earnestly, harder than they ever have with any other relationship. There's tons on monsters-of-the-week, hunters, witches, etc. There's plenty of excitement and drama. Also bottom!Derek, because he just needs someone to take care of him.

7. walk me down your broken line by geordielover

18,411 words/Explicit

The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house. The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.

A cute, slow burn romance with a mostly soft Derek and an unsure Stiles that is always worried if the next thing he does is going to be what makes Derek break up with him (not realizing that Derek adores him). I love how supportive and understanding the sheriff is in this. Anyone who knows me will know that I'm a sucker for Stiles remembering Derek's birthday, but this fic reverses that with Derek being sweet and thoughtful for Stiles' birthday instead, which is almost just as nice. The main reason this fic is at my top 10 is because of one moment in particular, in which (not knowing of Derek's past with Kate) Stiles licks Derek's stomach...the aftermath of this broke me HARD. It is absolutely tragic for the both of them, but they find comfort in each other and it's very warming to read how they handle it. Plus, they face some monsters. All in all, their relationship is very wholesome and sweet, and not as heavy or riddled with grief as my other recommendations may be. You get the sense that they're together because they're fond of each other, not just because they're both hurting and lost.

8. We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

25,935 words/Explicit

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree. As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

Another cute slow burn but with a surprisingly funny Derek. Stiles gets hurt and Derek takes it upon himself to dote on him. Stiles has printed out werewolf research laying out on his desk and Derek makes a habit out of writing sarcastic and hilarious notes between the lines. Made all the more hilarious because, despite what he's writing, his demeanor doesn't change. He's still stone-faced and broody all while doodling dicks on Stiles' research. At the same time, Derek can be socially awkward. It's adorable how these two learn things about each other and the witty banter and quips between these two are non-stop and pure gold.

9. Trust Fall by Stoney

144,224 words/Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide. Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. **** Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over. They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused. Of course.

A body-swap fic that focuses on them learning each other's lives. Derek experiencing what it's like to have a father again via the sheriff is so heartwarming and Stiles learning about Derek's history with Kate is heartbreaking. I know I've got a few Derek comforting Stiles fics on this list, so here is a sweet Stiles comforting Derek fic. Stiles is also pretty hilarious in this, super funny one-liners and banter from Stiles.

10. The Nothing Less/Something More series by bigboobedcanuck

Total: 30,526 words

Part 1: Nothing Less

11,422 words/Explicit

Derek even does up Stiles’s seatbelt, which Stiles thinks he should comment on, because it’s not like he got hit with kanima juice or something. He’s fine. But then Derek’s already sliding behind the wheel, and Stiles keeps losing little pockets of time.

Part 2: Something More

19,104 words/Explicit

In this sequel to Nothing Less, Stiles and Derek navigate the choppy waters of their new relationship. They also have to deal with that nasty alpha pack, who aren't going away without a fight. Drama and angst ensues.

A two part series that MUST be read together. I cried and was frantically thinking the whole time "The author wouldn't do that, would they? WOULD THEY?!" There are major twists and turns in Part 2 that will make you want to stop the hurting, but TRUST ME, you HAVE to read it to the end. As expected, Part 1 is a slowburn of them getting together. Stiles asks Derek to teach him how to shoot so he can stop feeling helpless. Part 1, I should mention, starts off with the Alpha pack attempting to sexually assault Stiles before Derek rescues him. Nothing happens, but just figured I'd put a warning.

#Sterek #sterek fics #teen wolf #fanfic #fanfic rec

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Dressed for revenge 17.Not strong enough

A/N: Only one chapter and the epilogue left. Sorry if I've been quiet. CW: canon-like violence, character death, grief.

Masterlist for this fic Notification blog

January 4th 2024, community of Jackson

A horde is heading their way, attracted by the noise. People stop fighting against each other, and they direct their attention to the infected coming closer and closer.

Joel stays close to Emrys, guided by the urge to protect them. He loses track of his brother, though.

They shoot every infected head they can get to. When Joel takes a moment to reload, Emrys covers with their arrows. They never miss and their focus never wavers.

But Joel loses it when he sees his brother struggling in the corner of his eye.

It’s a carnage. There’s no one to help around them. He runs to Tommy, but he’s slowed down by a firefly who takes the chance to shoot him in the leg. He curses and falls, meters away from his endangered brother.

Emrys is too busy killing off monsters to worry about their partner. They know he’s strong and can handle anything.

Tommy is trying to push off the creature, but he can’t do anything to kill it. He lost his knife and gun somewhere in the snow. When Joel manages to crawl to him and shoot the creature, leaving a trail of blood behind him, it’s too late.

When they hear Joel scream his brother’s name, they know something is wrong. They finish off another infected and they turn around to see Joel holding his younger brother.

One

Two

Fuck fuck fuck.

“I’m sorry I got here too late.” Millers never apologized to each other. Tommy nods, knowingly.

“Shoot me before it’s too late, Joel.” They both sob. “Tell Maria I love her.”

A gunshot.

Three

“Joel, Joel.” The voice is distant. “Joel, we have to go.”

Thankfully, more men come out of Jackson’s walls, armed with Molotov cocktails. They scream at the remaining people that were patrolling to get inside. Emrys manages to put Joel up on his legs, another man helps them get him to safety.

The gate closes.

Fire is burning infected, their own, and fireflies, like they’re all the same.

Everyone meets at the infirmary, where the town nurses are helping everyone.

But Joel can’t go there. He can’t look at anyone in the face.

It’s all his fault.

“Take us home.”

“But Joel…”

“Take us home.”

“Okay.”

Joel winces as they take out the bullet out of the wound with clean pliers. They already patched up their shallow shoulder wound.

They were both silent since they came home.

Emrys disinfects and wraps a bandage around the wound.

“I’m sorr-”

“Don’t.” Joel says simply.

Silently, they help him move to the couch. His body is so heavy, so tired. They want to take care of him, but they know Joel just wants them to leave.

“I’m gonna take a bath.”

They leave him even though their heart wants to stay.

The warm water heats up their body, the dirt washes down the drain. When they’re done, they put on warm clothes: pajama pants and one of Joel’s shirts. They fold their arms over their flat chest, holding the flannel close. Holding Joel’s scent close. They eventually go down the stairs.

Joel didn't move. Carefully, they lay down on him, and he wraps his arms around them. But it feels weak. Like a heart barely beating.

“When Ellie comes back, we’ll leave.”

“Okay.”

“One of these fuckers will talk and they’ll want to use her too. We can’t… we can’t…”

“Joel.” They look up at him. “We can’t save everyone all the time. Stop. We’ll do what we can, of course but… you’re fucking killing yourself.”

He breaks under them, and they let him. They don’t try to piece him back together. He had held his grief long enough. Emrys puts their head on his chest as it jumps up and down under his quiet sobs.

When he’s done, they help him get up and walk him up the stairs. “We’ll wash you up, then you’ll get some sleep. In the morning, we’ll take care of everything.” He nods weakly.

He leaves his hurt leg out of the bath as he lays in the water. He looks so vulnerable like this. Joel wasn’t always the strong one. He could break too. They help him get clean, but it seems to frustrate him more than anything.

“Leave me. Please.”

“Fine.”

They seem mad, door swinging close behind them. They lay down on the bed that’s too big, too cold.

They can’t even close their eyes without stressing about where they’re going next.

Minutes later, Joel limps to bed, abandons his towel and doesn’t even bother trying to get dressed. He wraps an arm around Emrys and brings their back close to his naked chest.

“I’m sorry.”

For not letting you take care of me.

For being scared.

For failing everyone.

For not being strong enough.

They nod.

“I’ll follow you anywhere Joel. I’ll do anything. Just… fucking talk to me. Please.”

They turn around in his embrace to face him, eyes deep and wet like the ocean. He leans in, kisses them softly.

“I love you, Emrys darlin’.” He whispers, like a promise he wants to keep.

“I love you, Joel.”

They want him to keep his promise too.

January 6th 2024, community of Jackson

Joel and Emrys are there to welcome the families back. And they’re relieved to see Ellie doing okay.

When Maria is looking for Tommy, Joel wishes he could tell her he’s just home, waiting for her.

But that’s not the truth. He invites her to step out of the crowd, and he awkwardly stands in front of the pregnant woman, hands warming up in the pockets of his coat.

“Maria... I’m sorry. Tommy is gone.”

She understands, and the tears start falling uncontrollably. “It would have never happened if you didn’t come here.”

It stings, but she’s right. When they hear the woman spitting out her hate, Emrys comes to the rescue.

“We’ll leave.” Emrys states. “Just… give us two horses and we’ll be out of your hair in an hour.”

“I think that would be best for everyone.”

Ellie hears and runs towards them.

“But, we can’t leave – this place… it’s so good…” She argues.

“We’re not good for this place, kid. M’sorry.” Joel says.

The horses are loaded with all they can hold. They have few for a few days, supplies. Maria was generous enough to let them leave with the necessary to survive on the road.

“Where are we heading?” Ellie asks.

“Bill and Frank’s… We’d be able to live well there. It’s secure.”

Chasing back after death doesn’t feel good.

#dressed for revenge

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Grief and Regrets

Ethan Winters x Male!Reader

Warnings: Death, angst

Won 4th place from this post.

You were beyond scared. You are a BSAA soldier and had just been told that your current boyfriend and adopted daughter, Ethan and Rosemary Winters, were trapped inside a village in Romania and Chris' team wasn't doing much about it.

For the moment you got to the area where assumably the team all stayed for days, you knew you had to get Ethan and Rose to safety. When Chris finally came up with a plan, you secretly stole what it was and did it yourself, you were having a hard time trusting anyone right now.

"Ethan! Ethan!" You yelled, seeing the man on his knees while holding Rose.

You picked up your pace until you knelt down next to him, trying to get him to look at you. "Come on, Ethan. Come on, Ethan, wake up!" You said, shaking Ethan's shoulder a little bit.

The sound of the mold-like plants moving made you look up, whatever it was doing it was doing it fast. That was your sign that the chances of getting out would be very slim, unless Ethan got up right now.

"Oh no." You muttered as these thoughts went through your mind.

"(Y/N)..." Ethan whispered, causing you to look at him.

"Ethan, you did it. It's finished." You said, trying to keep him from falling into a shocked state.

"I think we finished each other." Ethan muttered, not giving you any eye contact.

You shock your head a little before glancing up again, the pressure of getting him out of here started to get to you. "Ethan, we've gotta move." You said, glancing up one final time before helping Ethan stand and walk.

The walk through the falling apart village wasn't easy, mainly due to Ethan almost not being able to walk. You made up your mind, however. Even if Ethan collapsed and couldn't walk, you'd carry him back to safety if you had to.

"Keep moving, Ethan. There's a bomb in that thing that'll blow this whole village sky-high." You informed, when Ethan didn't respond, you decided to tell him a little more. "Look at me. When I hit this trigger, we can't be anywhere near it."

You held up the device you had stolen to show Ethan, hoping it'd get him to walk a little faster. That's when Ethan stopped walking, you shoved him a little in hopes he'd move but it didn't work.

"Dammit...! I'm trying to get us all home! You, Rose, and I, you hear me? Home!" You said, trying to get Ethan to his senses.

"Home...?" Ethan muttered, he said it almost as if a safe place became a foreign thing to him. "I'm so sorry... I love you..." Ethan muttered to Rose. "Keep Rose safe..." Ethan muttered to you before losing his balance a little.

"Hey, hey! Hey..." You whispered, trying to catch Ethan but ended up catching Rose instead.

Rose cried a little as you held her. Ethan stood back up as straight as he could. You glared at him, knowing he was about to do something stupid.

"You tell her yourself. Now come on, it's not that much further!" You practically ordered, fear finding its way back into your body.

Ethan took off his jacket before draping it over Rose, his hand lingering on her for a moment. "Watch over her. Teach her to be strong..." Ethan said, finally looking at you.

He looked weak and it took everything you had not to break down in front of him. You were about to say something when a liquid mold came out of the ground. Ethan pushed you away so you or Rose wouldn't get any on you but now the mold separated the two of you now.

"Goddammit...!" You muttered, you felt useless now.

The mold began to form some kind of a wall. You just then realized that Ethan had taken the device from you, now the bombs were under his control.

You heard Ethan mutter something from beyond the md but couldn't make out what he said. As much as you wanted to stay and die with him, you now had the responsibility of taking care of Rose and needed to get away from the village as soon as possible.

The time you spent on running was silent but your thoughts wouldn't shut up, the loudest thoughts being the ones that blamed you for not being with Ethan when this all happened and that his death was your fault. You knew it wasn't but nothing seemed to convince your mind otherwise.

The escape helicopter came into sight and your thoughts now focused on trying to remain calm in front of the others.

"(Y/N)!" Chris yelled, seeing you running up to the helicopter.

You went past him and towards the pilots. "Go. Go! Take us up, now!" You ordered, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before the bombs went off.

"Wait! Where's Ethan?" Chris asked you, seeing the man wasn't with you nor in the helicopter.

You ignored him as the helicopter took flight. "Get moving. We have to get clear." You said to the pilots.

"No. We can't go!" Chris tried to order over you.

"Chris, not now." You said, walking past him to sit down.

"Not before you tell me where Ethan is." Chris ordered, making you feel trapped. "Tell me what's going on! Where--"

That's when the bomb went off, causing the helicopter to lose a little control and made whoever was standing up lose their balance. Rose began crying again, resulting in you trying to comfort her. Chris looked out one of the windows to see the village up in flames.

"(Y/N), what have you done?" Chris scolded, now knowing where Ethan was.

"He's gone!" You yelled, finally snapping. "I tried! He stayed so we could all escape." You said through a shaky voice.

You got up from where you were sitting a moved further way from the cockpit where Chris and some other soldiers were.

Everything else of the ride was a blur, you hated yourself for what happened and you weren't sure how you could forgive yourself. The only thing you cared about now was taking care of Rose and keeping her safe, you knew that organizations that specializes in B.O.W.S. would be out to get her.

#gay #resident evil #male reader #ethan winters #rosemarry winters #chris redfield

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The Maybe Man

ok no one asked, but here is my AJR album review, song by song:

🌀 Maybe Man: I love this. I have a special place in my heart for all their album openers, they always give me chills. I can't wait to see them open with this live, especially when it goes so hard at the end! I've danced to this a lot already. Also learning that each verse references one song on the album! like a table of contents! I love them so much.

💔 Touchy Feely Fool: Very cute, and fun to sing along with. Probably like a solid 7 or 8 out of 10. Great to listen to, and has grown on me after listening to that Zach Sang interview and learning a little backstory

👍 Yes I'm A Mess: One of my faves from the album. I feel like such a badass walking around listening to this. Wish I could whistle!! The only thing i can't stand is the very end. I don't mind the tempo change but I don't like the slo mo voices that sound like a toy running out of batteries

🤓 The Dumb Song: More mid-tier for me. Got a great swing to it, and the instrumental breaks are really fun to dance to like a total idiot. I like to try out the lamest dance moves and just really commit to it. Lyric-wise, it's cute but reminds me of male weaponized incompetence (I know this isn't the intention, just what i think about), so it makes me feel a little weird if I think about it too much. Can't wait to hear a whole crowd scream "You should nooooot have done that!"

▶️ Inertia: Currently, this is my FAVORITE song on the album. It's fun, it's meaningful, it's got a great beat, and there are sounds that bring me back to past albums so it feels almost nostalgic. They used the instrumentals a lot in their promos for this album, and I can see why. It's both angelic with the choir sounds, and dark with the reverb/bass sounds. So good.

🧍‍♂️ Turning Out Pt iii : Always appreciate the Turning Out songs. Personally, the original is still my favorite. But even that one took me listening to it a dozen times before it really HIT, and then i was crying in the car. So maybe the same will happen with this one someday! Also if i'm not mistaken it's Ryan on vocals? So that's fun to have a change (though honestly he and Jack sound so similar)

🧠 Hole in the Bottom of My Brain: Gosh, so fun! Has that kind of nursery rhyme theme where it builds on itself (swallowed the spider to catch the fly, etc). However, unlike a nursery rhyme, the lyrics are kinda complicated to it's hard to sing along to. I'm sure people will be singing along by the time they're performing it live, like everyone memorizing the rambling line from Karma.

💿 The DJ is Crying for Help: I want to like this one more than I do. Don't get me wrong, I do like it! I think I just find it a little auditorily overwhelming. Like the string arpeggios are awesome, but I can't listen to that and the back up vocals and other sound effects at the same time. idk. To quote my favorite movie, Amadeus: "There are simply too many notes"

🙅🏻‍♂️ I Won't: This one has been out for a while so I feel like I've listened to it a lot already. Definitely makes me swagger walking around my apartment like I'm a total badass. Doesn't get my blood rushing like some of the others, but again that might just be because I've heard it a lot already.

🎡Steve's Going to London: Took me a few play-throughs to actually realize it wasn't just a nothing song! I appreciate them kinda breaking the 4th wall in a very AJR way. This song has grown on me with each listen! Very fun to sing and dance to, and has a great beat. My prediction is that this song will have a lot of special effects when they perform it live. We'll see...

💜 God is Really Real: RIP Gary ❤️ I love that their dad became a beloved part of the fandom. Very touching that they released this song early when it became clear they didn't have much longer with their dad. Beautiful, meaningful addition to the album.

🍂 2085: Perfectly packages up the album! The lyrics say that the old-timey voice says "You are not alone, young child, young child" which is NOT what it sounds like?? So hopefully that gets cleared up. I've seen some claiming it's a Yanny/Laurel situation, and tbh i wouldn't put it past the boys to find a way to do that on purpose. (I hear "You are my heart grown, just know, just know" which i know doesn't really make sense, but it's sweet to me) But the lyrics at the end "You've gotta get better, you're all that I got" give me chills. And then switching to "I gotta get better, I'm all that I got" 😭 . Also loves that it connects so perfectly back to Maybe Man so I can just listen to the album on repeat without interruption

THE END

#AJR #ajr brothers #the maybe man #i love them a lot okay

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